Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we cant have.

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.

Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?